"Miss Huang, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, and the Northern Beggars have all arrived, why hasn't your father arrived yet?" Yang Yifei ate and drank to his heart's content, put down his chopsticks, and asked casually.

Huang Rong was savoring the food at this time, and said without raising her head: "I was kidnapped by Ouyang Feng from Lunan and came here, and I wasn't with my father, how do I know why his old man hasn't arrived yet?" ”

Yang Yifei glanced at her speechlessly, didn't ask any more, spread his hands, a pack of napkins appeared in his hand, broke the opening on it, took out one and wiped his mouth, and then said: "I'm full, please use it slowly." ”

"Mm-hmm, thank you Young Master Yang."

In fact, although Hong Qigong and Master Yideng were both eating, they also paid attention to Yang Yifei intentionally or unintentionally, and seeing that something appeared out of thin air as soon as he spread his hands, they finally understood how this table of delicious food came from.

After watching his movements, I also understood that the white-looking and soft paper was similar to a handkerchief, used to wipe his mouth.

After wiping his mouth, Yang Yifei walked to the side, waved his hand and released a few park benches, forming a U-shape, enough to sit more than a dozen people, he untied the bronze sword behind his back and stuck it on the ground, and sat on the chair to rest.

After a while, the others were also full of food and drink, and they followed Yang Yifei's example, each took a paper towel and wiped their mouths clean.

Everyone was very interested in the drawing paper, and studied it together, and soon realized that it was wrapped and stacked on top of each other, and only one was pulled out and the other was brought out.

It's just that they still don't understand how this paper with a faint aroma, soft paper, and delicate and beautiful paper is made.

But although they can't study it, they also know that this paper is a good thing, Hong Qigong and Master Yideng are embarrassed, Huang Rong will not be embarrassed, she pulled a large stack and put it in her arms.

Yang Yifei couldn't stop laughing, and said, "Miss Huang, although that napkin is very valuable, I still have a lot of it, if you like it, I can give you some." ”

After speaking, with a wave of his hand, a full 3 boxes of "heart-to-heart printing" fell on the ground in front of him, Huang Rong's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly walked over, and others also came around.

Yang Yifei opened the cardboard box, took out a mention and handed it to Huang Rong, although Huang Rong was quite thick-skinned, she also thanked her before taking it.

Yang Yifei said with a smile: "This napkin can be used instead of a handkerchief, or it can be used as toilet paper, and it can be thrown away when it is used up. ”

There are 4 mentions in a box of napkins, 6 packs in a mention, all of which are 200 draws, 3 boxes are 12 mentions, Yang Yifei sent a mention, and there are 3 mentions left, just so the old naughty boy, Aunt Ying, and Huang Yaoshi have not yet arrived, so they can be left to them.

"Thank you Yang Gongzi for the gift, but the poor monk is disrespectful."

"Thank you, Brother Yang."

On the top of Huashan Mountain, the masters of the Condor World have names and surnames, heads and faces, one of them is holding a piece of paper in his hand, just like an uncle and aunt who have just come out of the supermarket, the scene is indescribably funny, Yang Yifei himself can't help but want to laugh.

Huang Rong held the paper in front of her eyes, looked at it over and over for a while, and said, "Young Master Yang, what kind of material is this used to wrap napkins?" I've never seen it. ”

Yang Yifei said casually: "This is called a plastic bag, with the current process in the world, it can't be made, but it's not very useful, it is used to wrap things, it is as waterproof as oiled paper, but it is lighter than oily paper, and when you need to take a napkin, you can tear it directly." ”

Everyone is unconscious, look at what people say, as soon as they open their mouths, they are "in the world", which is really a fairy tone.

Everyone sat down, and Master Yideng smiled and said: "It's a shame to say that we ate Childe's delicacies and took Childe's gifts, but we don't even know the identity and origin of Childe, which is really rude." ”

Everyone else looked at him, Yang Yifei smiled slightly when he saw this, stood up and said, "Then let's introduce myself next!" ”

"Under the surname Yang Mingyifei, from the Beihai Ice and Fire Island, some time ago just returned to Middle-earth from overseas, after hearing about this Huashan Sword Conference, I came to join in the fun."

Hong Qigong was surprised: "Childe wants to participate in the sword discussion? ”

Yang Yifei said: "I do have this intention, I heard that back then, the Chongyang Zhenren of the Quanzhen Sect was the first and fourth, fighting the East Evil and the West Poisoning the Southern Emperor and the Northern Beggar, and won the battle, and won the title of the supernatural power." ”

"Since the Chongyang real immortal gone, the position of the supernatural power has been vacant for many years, and the world's five are unique, and I think that the skill of the sword is still a must, so I intend to inherit the title of the supernatural power, and at noon tomorrow, I will ask you to give me a lot of advice."

Hong Qigong and Master Yideng looked at each other, and suddenly didn't know what to say, you are a fairy among the gods, come to compete with us and a bunch of ordinary people for this false name, is it interesting?

Huang Rong said curiously, "Is your sword art very powerful?" ”

Yang Yifei said hesitantly: "I don't know if it's powerful or not, but at least it's a must." ”

Hong Qigong cried and laughed and said: "Absolutely, indeed, at least except for Gongzi, Lao Zhaohua has not seen the second person who can fly with a sword." ”

After speaking, he was refreshed, and continued: "I just don't know what kind of power this sword technique is used in the competition, and the old flower is really curious, although I know that it is not the opponent of the child, but I also want to see this sword technique." ”

Master Yideng nodded approvingly, originally he didn't have much interest in the fame of Huashan's sword debate, and he only came here to resolve an injustice.

But he was also curious about the art of the sword, and he couldn't help but participate in it and fight with Yang Yifei.

……

Everyone chatted for a while, and the night gradually fell, Huang Rong fell asleep on Guo Jing's shoulder, and the others also closed their eyes to rest.

After a long time, everyone suddenly opened their eyes together, but there was a sound of footsteps, and they saw two black shadows rushing out one after the other behind the cliff not far away.

After the man running in front saw a few people under the moonlight, he shouted loudly like grasping a life-saving straw: "Master Yilan, the old man is called Hua, Brother Guo, help, help!" ”

Huang Rong was also awakened by this scream, and everyone instantly heard that the person who spoke was Zhou Botong, and it was Qiu Qianren who was chasing after him.

Except for Yang Yifei, everyone was surprised, Zhou Botong's martial arts were a lot higher than Qiu Qianren, when Qiu Qianren was forced by Zhou Botong to flee for his life when he was in the Western Regions, why is it the other way around now?

It turned out that Zhou Botong and Qiu Qianren, Ouyang Feng, and Guo Jing were blindly fighting in the stone house in the Western Regions before, Guo Jing and Ouyang Feng got out one after another, and Qiu Qianren also found an opportunity to rush out.

Zhou Botong chased after Qiu Qianren, Qiu Qianren was forced by him to be exhausted, sad and angry, thinking that he was the leader of the martial arts gang, but he was humiliated by this, and he just hoped to find a happy way to cut himself off, so as not to fall into the hands of Zhou Botong and suffer from tea poison.

It just so happened that he caught a glimpse of several poisonous snakes coiled in the sand, and he knew that this kind of snake was extremely venomous, as long as it was bitten, the whole body was immediately numb, and the death was the most painless.

Immediately grabbed one, stretched out his fingers and pinched the poisonous snake seven inches, and after Zhou Botong chased closer, he was about to put the snake's mouth on his wrist, but Zhou Weitong was most afraid of snakes in his life, so he screamed, turned around and fled.

Qiu Qianren was stunned for a long time, only to understand that Zhou Botong was afraid of snakes, this time, the situation was immediately reversed, Qiu Qianren caught another snake with his left hand, shouted, and rushed over.

Zhou Botong was so frightened that he ran wildly, Qiu Qianren was known as "Iron Palm Water Floating", and his light body kung fu was still above him, if he wasn't afraid of him, he didn't dare to approach too much, he would have caught up.

The two fled and chased, and it was dark that Zhou Botong had to take the opportunity to get out, Qiu Qianren's chase was actually to advance and retreat, but he was secretly funny in his heart, but he didn't dare to catch up seriously.

With the means to deal with Zhou Botong, he also dared to swagger up to Huashan to participate in the Sword Conference.

Qiu Qianren originally thought that in today's world, only Zhou Botong's martial arts are higher than himself, if he is scared away with a poisonous snake, he will compete in martial arts the next day, and he has great hope of being the best among the heroes.

Who knew that he would bump into Master Yilan and Hong Qigong and others head-on here, and he was surrounded by everyone except Guo Jing and Huang Rong in an instant, and he was completely stunned.